I switched the radio on, and switched it off. Stop fucking pretending. Stop it! Annette and Jenny chatted. They giggle and eyed the truckers as they c...me and went in the diner. They were big guys, black guys, guys that could turn nuts on a fucking truck wheel without a brace. They had fucking huge hands and strong fingers. One paused. May be he was six feet three. May be he was more. He had a fucking huge chest on him. He chatted to my wife and she gave him come on eyes. Seeing that, it. As she continued to stroke, he cupped her fleshy rear, raising and lowering her onto his glistening pole, a wry smile touching his full lips. His green eyes met her brown ones, she noted his pupils were so dilated with lust his irises was almost black. She revelled in the knowledge that this is what she did to him, in her arms he had become a lustful, carnal beast of a man. He growled and caught her nipple between his lips. She almost laughed but he chose that moment to again participate,. Thanks Stan!Tomorrow again?"Whoever the man behind me pulled his cock out of my rump and growledsomething. Then the bed creaked as he rolled off it. I tried to turn tosee him, but my now fellow woman's arms held me firm. I felt my own assleaking onto the sheets. Then he was gone, this 'Stan,' as silently ashe'd come."Speaking of pairs, these will need to get bigger, we need to make themmore attractive to men. For when the two of us go cruising together."She lifted each in turn. My tight. After their frenetic early needs subsided, Jim lay down behind her, pulled her close to him and pulled the bedclothes over them. Cassandra with her back to him, pulled his arms tightly around her breasts and lay still, listening to their respiratory rates even out. She didn't want to think about having to leave or about what she knew had shortly to be.All Jim was able to think about was by whatever miracle, an angel had been delivered to his door this night. He would worry about an explanation.